He offered Sherlock a tight, almost nervous smile.
"I never said I didn't believe you had feelings, Sherlock. And I really am sorry, about your work. I miss it too."
He paused, wetting his lips. What was he supposed to say? The Arena had thrown things into sharp relief for him, too, but he hadn't come out of it wanting to pursue a physical relationship with Sherlock.
Though, he had to admit, on seeing him again once he'd returned to the Capitol, he had wanted something . Some kind of proof. But it hadn't been romantic. Had it?

"It's been hard for both of us," he said, in the end.